i want to spend the rest of my life kissing your cheek when you’re sad and nutting inside you to let you know you’re mine.
i want to keep you interested in what i’ve got to say and lose my sense of place listening to your voice keep me awake.
i’ll never grow tired of hearing your voice but watching a mind work as fast as yours does makes me sleepy. as much as i want to pay attention, i want you to fall asleep with me at the same time.
so i know where you are. in my arms, in my bed, in my room, in my kingdom.
i want to exploit you and demean you then worship you and be the foundation on which you build your life.
i want to travel into the dark recesses of your mind. the cobwebbed corners and the drained fluorescent lights flickering on and off trying to keep the tiles and marble gleaming.
i want to fill you up with me and watch my diction and my care and my mannerisms seep out, mixed with your spit and all you essense.
i want to watch you drink it and beg for more.
i need you to want me as much as i need you.
sweat, flesh, grey matter, pink matter, cum, spit.
i want it all and i know you’re more than happy to give it to me.
i should’ve gotten serious about my life sooner.
you’re going to be my life.